The silent tea room.
Victoria Don watched the woman standing in front of her with red-rimmed eyes, her heart full of anxiety.
"Miss Hawthorne."
Slap!
The sound of a slap echoed, accompanied by a fierce cold wind.
Victoria Don's body shook as she clutched her burning left cheek, both shocked and angry.
Yet, she dared not express her anger.
This was Vinny Hawke, the only person she could rely on now!
Vinny Hawke, dressed in white professional trousers, paired with her exquisite short hair and makeup, exuded a sense of competence and the cold arrogance of a noble family lady.
"This slap is on behalf of Charlie. Even a tiger won't eat its own cub; Victoria Don, is he really your birth child?"
Though she spoke well of Victoria Don in front of Damon Hawke, it didn't mean she actually liked her!
Only because Victoria Don had borne offspring for the Hawke Family did she raise her!
"Miss Hawthorne, I really didn't know my mom would do such a thing, I just found out!"
